Zhou Jiayu suddenly thought of Sifeng Mountain.

One night, Lu Fanghuai had video-called him, saying he had taken Fang Wenting to Sifeng Mountain to stargaze. The clouds were particularly thick that night, and there were hardly any stars visible.

Back then, Zhou Jiayu thought it was crazy to go to the mountains in the middle of the night just for a few barely visible stars.

But now, he thought it was a good place, and Shen Zhirou would probably like it.

“Where is that?” Shen Zhirou asked curiously. “Are we going now?”

“Sifeng Mountain. If we go now, it’ll be dark when we get there, and we can see the stars. Don’t worry, I’ll get you back home safely tonight,” Zhou Jiayu assured her with a glance. “Do you want to go?”

Shen Zhirou hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

Just like that, they decided to go to Sifeng Mountain.

Their dinner plans turned into buying some snacks from convenience stores along the way.

By the time they reached the base of Sifeng Mountain, it was dark but not pitch black. The stars were visible but not yet fully shining.

“We’ll wait until it gets a bit darker, then drive to the top,” Zhou Jiayu said, parking the car and looking at Shen Zhirou.

He was worried that if they drove up now and she needed to use the restroom, there wouldn’t be any facilities at the top, so he suggested waiting until it was completely dark.

Shen Zhirou nodded in agreement. She watched as Zhou Jiayu opened the panoramic sunroof and then reclined her seat to start enjoying the night sky.

Zhou Jiayu reclined his seat as well.

He glanced at the night sky for a moment before closing his eyes.

He pondered when to tell Shen Zhirou that he wasn’t Lu Fanghuai.

But no matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t find the right moment…

Telling her now seemed too early—he was afraid his new boyfriend status would be lost before it was secure. But how long should he wait?

As he wrestled with this dilemma, he suddenly felt a bright light on his eyelids.

He opened his eyes to find Shen Zhirou holding her phone up to him.

Shen Zhirou: “…”

She had just wanted to take a picture of Zhou Jiayu because he looked so handsome while sleeping. She didn’t realize the flash was on…

“I’ll delete it,” Shen Zhirou said, thinking he was upset about being photographed. Besides, the flash made the photo less flattering than he looked in person.

“I’ll delete it from the trash too!” She offered to show him her phone to confirm.

Zhou Jiayu didn’t say anything, just focused on her.

He realized Shen Zhirou always looked beautiful, no matter when he looked at her.

He watched her move closer, pushing the phone screen towards him.

In the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of her recent photo album.

There were swimsuit photos, incredibly sexy.

A pea-green bikini set made her skin look especially fair…

Zhou Jiayu wanted to look more closely at how many sexy photos she had, but Shen Zhirou quickly pulled her phone back.

As she started to sit back, he swiftly reached out and pulled her closer.

The distance between them narrowed instantly, so close that he could see her eyelashes trembling.

He could clearly feel his palm move from her arm to the nape of her neck.

His thumb gently stroked the delicate skin of her neck, making her heart flutter.

She smelled so good.

She was so soft.

She must be so sweet.

Zhou Jiayu’s gaze lingered on her lips.

He hesitated.

He didn’t want to scare her, but the moment their lips touched, he felt an uncontrollable surge of desire.

His mind had been filled with thoughts of her for days.

He kissed her again, lightly sucking on her lips.

Shen Zhirou trembled slightly under his grip.

She sensed his restraint.

His palm, resting on the nape of her neck, squeezed her once before relaxing and gently rubbing her skin again.

The sucking intensified, his tongue gently brushing against her teeth, seeking her permission.

Shen Zhirou’s hand moved from the armrest to his collar.

She opened her mouth slightly, her tongue hesitantly meeting his, only to be enveloped by his.

His hand slipped through her hair, cupping the back of her head, pulling her fully into his embrace, enveloping her entirely in his presence.